Diary of a Hipster

Chapter One

I sleepily rubbed my eyes as I woke up to my alarm, checking the time on my phone - 5:00 am. I sighed and rolled out of bed, rushing down the stairs for breakfast.

"Hello, mom." I said grumpily as I chewed on the bacon in front of me.
"Someone's excited for school." She sarcastically replied. I glared at her as she smiled, and I abandoned the bacon to hug her.

My dad came in the kitchen, stealing the bacon from my plate. I didn't exactly care though, because there was time for me to grab some Starbucks when I got to school; there was one just a block away from Kennedy High School, my new school. I ran upstairs to get dressed.

Opening my dresser, I rummaged for a pair of shorts, ripping things out of the drawers at lightning speed. I could clean up later. I pulled out some high-waisted denims, deciding on them. I wriggled into them and opened my closet to reveal my collection of oversized sweaters and crop tops.

I strategically thought that something simple could work with the blue denim. Satisfactorily enough, an ombré tank top sat in the corner. I pulled on the green-blue garment, admiring the sunglasses decal on it.

I smiled, happy with my outfit, and picked black converse from the shoe rack in the corner.

Looking in the mirror, I noticed my bedhead was ridiculous. I brushed and French braided the reddish-brownish strands, adjusting a creme colored beanie on my head to hide flyaways.

I skipped to my jewelry holder, wincing as I stabbed cross-shaped earrings through my closing piercings. I was about to walk through the door as I realized:
You can't see five feet in front of your face, idiot.

I shrieked as I searched for my contact case, spinning in circles. Disappointedly, I stared in the reflection of my glasses before shoving them on the bridge of my nose, scrunching it up to adjust them.

"Malia Stevenson, get to the bus stop this minute! You're going to miss the bus and it's the first day of freshman year!" I rolled my eyes and picked up my mint green backpack, slinging it over one shoulder.

To say I had to sprint to the bus stop was an understatement. I flew upon seeing the bus approaching me from the other side of the street. I got on the bus, out of breath, and pulled out my makeup bag. I carefully drew on m eyeliner, giving it a cat eye effect. Looking up, I saw a girl peering over the seat at me.

"Hey..." I said, acknowledging her politely. "Oh, um, hi." she replied.
"What's up?"
"Well, I just got on the bus, and making sure my makeup looks right for when I arrive at my funeral."
"You mean school?" She asked.
"What's the difference?" I replied, laughing. I was terrified of my freshman year. Senior harassment is always something to look forwards to.
Huzzah.

"What's your name?" The girl suddenly asked, her bright eyes widening with interest.
"Malia."
"No, your full name."
I sighed. Did she really just pull an Augustus Waters on me?
"Malia Rose Stevenson." I replied.
"Nice to meet you, Malia, I'm Sybil." she said, climbing in the spot next to me in my seat.

She appeared to be a music-junkie; she wore an All Time Low crop top that ended right above her belly button, and I saw earrings bearing the logo AM. Other than that, she wore an outfit resembling mine, with blue converse on her feet.

"You like?" she smirked, gesturing to her t-shirt.
"I'm more into Arctic Monkeys"-I gestured to her earrings-"But I do like All Time Low."

She began fangirling, shrieking and flinging her hands around so spastically that I had to duck to dodge a slap.
"What's your favorite song?" she gushed, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I don't know, Backseat Serenade, Stella, Therapy maybe? I like a lot of music." I shrugged.
"OMGEEE! I love all of those." she gushed on about her favorite bands, P!ATD, Blink-182, Pierce the Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, etc.

But as I drifted away to my own thoughts, I realized that Kennedy High may not be a challenge after all.
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Heyy Lovelies! I'm Casey, and I wrote this chapter.
Noelle and I will be alternating writing chapters, so stay tuned for hers,

To add niceness to your day: I THINK YOURE REALLY GREAT SO BE GOOD TO YOURSELF BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE CUTIE.

I'm sorry I'm v awkward 😁

BYEE!

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